A Lucky Coin

When Yan Hang came over with his mobile phone and was still under the tree, he estimated that he was broadcasting live on the first day of the new year, but only today did he know that Yan Hang live broadcasting was so boring.

And it's so easy to open as you want, and stop if you want to stop without even saying hello.

She doesn’t show her face yet, and wear a mask when she might show up.

No wonder no one is watching.

If Yan Hang is willing to show his face, he will definitely attract a lot of little girls like the same table, throwing a lot of gifts...but Chuyi quite likes this boring live broadcast.

It will give him a feeling of "different life", maybe the same ordinary, maybe boring, but different from himself.

Quite interesting.

Although he has not watched the live broadcast a few times.

His mobile phone in his twilight years cannot accept new things like live broadcasts. Every time he goes in, he gets stuck as if he is using 2G data, and then freezes, and he can't take it off without pulling the battery.

He wanted to watch the live broadcast of Yan Hang for a while, but the time was not particularly enough. He came out to buy gas.

My mother doesn't buy oil in the supermarket, she has to go to the vegetable market to buy a big bucket of it, because it's cheap.

The vegetable market is far away, so he has more time, but he went to find a pen and spent a long time with Yan Hang. Now if he doesn't run to the vegetable market, he will be overtime longer.

Although his mother wouldn't hit him, he was also reluctant to face his mother's sullen face.

"Buy gas?" Yan Hang looked at him, "Isn't there any supermarket?"

"Expensive." said the first day.

"Is it going to the market to buy?" Yan Hang asked.

Nodded at first.

"Then you go." Yan Hang looked at the time.

On the first day of the junior high school, I stood up and looked at him. I felt like I wanted to say something more, but I stared for a while and couldn't find a word.

"Huh?" Yan Hang was probably inexplicable by him, "Don't tell me that there is a pen in the river."

"No." Chuyi laughed, turned and ran down the road.

The pen was given to him by his aunt before, but he didn't dare to use it. My mother kept going from the water station to the pen, blue, red, and black. He had to use that.

He has been hiding this pen. If he didn't want to thank Yan Hang, he wouldn't remember this pen anymore. Maybe he would forget the phone in the future.

It’s best to forget the things you can’t own, and you’ll feel uncomfortable if you don’t think about it. This is his experience.

On the first day of the new year, I rushed all the way to the vegetable market. I usually feel tired from running like this, but I don’t think it is far.

Probably because the pen was sent out.

He didn't have much chance to give gifts to others, and his classmates wouldn't call him on his birthday or anything. He gave gifts to his parents...he did.

When he was in elementary school, he saved up pocket money for a long time. He also picked up some paper drink bottles and sold them. He collected the money and bought a scarf for his mother, hoping to make her happy.

Just like every time his aunt gave him a gift, he would be very happy.

Mom didn't appreciate this love.

In the end, grandma carried the scarf with him and ran to the store to make a fuss. He returned the scarf. Grandma bought the cigarettes with the returned money. There was a fight.

After that, he never thought about who he gave gifts.

This time he gave Yan Hang a gift, he also made up his mind for a long time.

Li Zihao threw away the pen, he was looking for the pen in the mud and rubbish. This didn't matter to him. What he always worried about was that Yan Hang didn't want it.

But Yan Hang accepted it, and after seeing with his own eyes that the pen was taken out of the stinky mud without even washing it, he wiped it with paper.

Lu Yi smiled.

Yan Hang is very nice.

I bought the oil specified by my mother from the vegetable market and ran back with it on the first day of the new year.

When he ran past the building of Yan Hang's house, he took a look there. The window of Yan Hang's living room was facing the street, and there was a flowerbed and three trees in between, but the curtains were drawn.

Maybe Yan Hang hasn't come back yet.

I slowed down on the first day of the new year, the oil was heavy, and I was a little tired after running this way.

My mother didn't call him to urge him, indicating that the time was still within tolerance... But when he turned around and saw his building, he knew why his mother didn't call him.

It should be ignored.

Grandma's voice can be heard far away.

He cursed with a strong breath, unable to hear the content, but he could almost imagine it in the first year of the junior high school.

The whole person suddenly felt unable to breathe, and the pace was getting slower and slower.

He walked slowly next to the wall, praying in his heart, hurrying to finish cursing, hurrying to end, and to end before walking downstairs.

But just like the little wish that he said to the tree hole was never realized, his prayer in his heart was never successful.

Moreover, today's reality is far from his expectations.

Grandma is not downstairs, but on the side of the road.

She had already taken off her jacket, her shirtless and akimbo, she could be seen dangling white from the crowd.

Stopped on the first day of the new year and leaned against the wall.

But failed to avoid others' eyes.

"First day of the junior high school!" Someone smiled and called his name, "You can't go over and get your grandma home!"

"She will take off her pants too late!" Someone said with a smile.

He lowered his head and said nothing.

He didn't know what grandma was doing today or who was arguing with him. He only knew that this kind of scene was a joke that would be staged in the eyes of these neighbors in a few months.

Everyone knows that his grandmother is a shrew who can take off her clothes and quarrel with others anytime, anywhere.

This anytime, anywhere, even including their school.

When Yan Hang opened the door and entered the house, his father asked, "What's the smell?"

"...Can you still smell it?" Yan Hang lifted his foot and looked at the sole.

"Yes," Dad said, "Did you fight in the cesspool?"

"I'll have dinner in a while, don't lose your appetite." Yan Hang took off his shoes and put them next to the trash can at the door. He saw an old man turning over the trash twice a day.

"There are people in the class who are chic." Dad said.

"I'm unemployed." Yan Hang went into the kitchen and washed his hands. When he came out, he touched the pen in his pocket. He hesitated and put it under his nose and smelled it, then turned around and washed the pen twice.

"You can't get money for a day, right?" Dad didn't ask him why he was unemployed.

"Can you get it? It's not enough to eat a bowl of noodles." Yan Hang sat down and looked down at the pen in his hand.

This is a silver Parker pen. Although it looks quite old in style, it is very delicate.

As a pen, Yan Hang has no interest. He doesn't use a pen much. After all, he only went to elementary school. He usually likes to use a pencil.

But as a gift, it feels different.

"What is it?" Dad asked.

"Can't you see what this is?" Yan Hang shook the pen towards him.

"I can't believe my eyes when I see it." Dad lit a cigarette.

"Other people gave it." Yan Hang said.

"Sent it?" Dad was a little surprised, "Is that the kid you were talking about?"

"Well," Yan Hang nodded, "What do you want to eat at noon?"

"Pizza." Dad said.

Yan Hang glanced at him.

"I saw that the oven in the kitchen works, so I bought the ingredients." Dad pointed to the refrigerator. "I wanted you to cook it at night. Since you are unemployed, you can eat it at noon."

Yan Hang got up and opened the refrigerator. The crust, cheese and sauce were all ready.

"All right," Yan Hang said, "I'll buy some green peppers and bacon."

"Bring another bottle of red wine." Dad added.

"Celebrate my unemployment, right?" Yan Hang said.

"Celebrate you made a friend and received a gift." Dad said happily.

Yan Hang did not speak, opened the door and went out.

The gift is received.

friend?

First year?

Yan Hang is very vague about the concept of friends. He doesn't know what kind of relationship and how deep they can be regarded as friends.

But in the first year of junior high school, it should not be considered a friend.

I haven't said a few words, my friend should at least be able to talk, so that he might be suffocated to chat with the first day of the month.

When going out, turn left and follow the road there is a life supermarket. Yan Hang has been there to buy food these days. It is quite complete and the things are not expensive. The residents here are all shopping here. It seems that everyone’s income is similar. He didn't particularly understand that his mother had to let him go to the vegetable market to buy oil on the first day of junior high.

I was very obedient on the first day of the new year. I ran to the vegetable market to carry a big bucket of oil...

It's really a big bucket.

Yan Hang stood at the entrance of the supermarket, watching the first day of junior high school walking towards him, and the barrel of oil in the first day of junior high school were about the size of the water dispenser bucket.

But the current direction of the first year of junior high school is obviously opposite to his going home.

Yan Hang didn't move. He seemed a little depressed when he watched his head down and slowly walked over on the first day of the month. He would not have an expression when he was bullied, but he frowned.

He hadn't been seen on the first day of the junior high school, but he just bowed his head and walked forward. When he passed by, Yan Hang couldn't help but stretched out his hand and bounced on his head: "Hey."

Turned his head on the first day of the new year.

"Aren't you going home?" Yan Hang said.

"Sleep first, stop for a while, step." said the first day.

"Walking with oil?" Yan Hang asked.

"Well," Chu nodded, "Be fit and healthy."

Yan Hang sometimes doesn't quite understand what kind of mentality he used in the first year of the junior high school to play with people in such a situation of obvious depression.

"Is someone blocking you in front?" Yan Hang asked.

"No," shook his head on the first day of the new year. "They take a break and rest on weekends."

"Then you take a walk." Yan Hang didn't know what else to say, turned around and went into the supermarket.

There were a lot of people in the supermarket. Yan Hang grabbed some green peppers in the crowd and took a bag of seaweed.

When he went to the freezer to look for bacon, he suddenly found that Chuyi was carrying the bucket of eight hundred kilograms of oil behind him.

"Fuck," Yan Hang was startled, "what are you doing?"

"Walk." said the first day.

"Will you bring this thing in and save it?" Yan Hang looked at the oil in his hand, "There is also oil here, so I won't let you go out for a while."

"I am three, three nos," I turned the barrel on the first day, and there was no label on it, "It's okay."

Yan Hang sighed, and took a wheeled shopping basket from the side: "Let's put it inside, I'm tired when I'm carrying it."

At the beginning, a handful of oil drums were put into the basket, and he dragged the basket and continued to follow him not far away.

After taking the red wine, Yan Hang continued to look for bacon. If he didn't have bacon, he planned to replace it with something else, such as sausages, sausages, and bacon.

Something must have happened in the first day of junior high school, but Yan Hang has no habit of asking. If he doesn't ask a few questions, he won't ask. If it's an old man, he won't even ask a word.

After buying the good things, he glanced at the first day of the first day. He didn't seem to have the intention of going home with the oil on the first day of the day, but he didn't follow him anymore, so he went forward.

"First day." Yan Hang called him.

Turned around on the first day.

"Have you eaten?" Yan Hang asked nonsense.

"Drink later, drink oil." said the first day.

"Go to my house and have a drink," Yan Hang said, "get you a cup."

"Fang, right?" asked the first day.

Yan Hang found that some aspects of the first day of junior high school were very upright, and he didn't even turn down at this time.

very good.

Dad was a little surprised that when he went out to buy a vegetable, he brought a man carrying oil with him.

"On the first day of the junior high school," Yan Hang introduced, "it's the kid who gave me the pen. I told him to come over for dinner."

"Welcome, I'm Yan Jidao his dad Yan Shu," the father enthusiastically extended his hand to the first day of the junior high school. "You are so polite and bring...oil?"

On the first day of the new year, he was stunned, stretched out his hand and shook him: "Uncle, good."

"He bought the oil to take it home," Yan Hang said, "come over to fight on the first day of the junior high."

In fact, there was nothing to start, he was just afraid that he would not adapt to Uncle Yan Shu's nonsense.

"Okay." On the first day of the new year, he immediately put down the oil drum, and after changing the slippers, he neatly arranged the several pairs of shoes on the ground.

Yan Hang glanced at his dad, who was also looking at him. Obviously, his handy gesture in the first year of the new year surprised dad.

"Just broadcast it." Yan Hang took the phone and put it on the counter, putting on a mask.

"Yes, can anyone see it?" asked the first day of the month.

"You can't get through this time, right?" Yan Hang looked at him.

"Passed." He said immediately on the first day.

Yan Hang ignored him, adjusted his mobile phone, and faced the materials on the desk.

Looking at Yan Hang's hand on the first day.

After someone came in in the live broadcast room, the screen kept scribbling hands.

Yan Hang's hands are indeed beautiful, especially when he moves.

Wash the green pepper, unpack the red sausage, pick up the knife...

At the first day of the junior high school, I was a little surprised.

Skillfully shred the green pepper, and then dice the red sausage, every movement is smooth and smooth, without a trace of unnecessary pause or hesitation.

The screen was very lively, and I took a look at the first day of the new year.

-Brother Xiaotian, don’t be so cool, talk about the steps and essentials anyway

-Silent cooking series

-Suddenly quit the live series

-I see someone else?

-I saw it too

-Somebody

Retreat quickly on the first day.

Yan Hang glanced at him, reached out his hand for the phone, and turned the camera to face him: "This is the person."

-Little handsome guy

-Actually cook together!!!!

-I suddenly had a bad guess...

Before the beginning of the adjustment, Yan Hang put the phone back and continued to process the materials: "Bring me the baking tray."

The first day of the new year quickly passed the baking tray next to it.

"There is nothing to do with this kind of semi-finished pizza," Yan Hang said. "Just chop up what you want to eat, go up a shop, shred the cheese, and bake it."

After Yan Hang finished speaking, he put the baking tray in the oven and adjusted the time: "You can eat it after a while."

He hadn't recovered from the first year of the junior high school, he had already withdrawn from the live broadcast.

"It's over, it's over?" asked the first day.

"It's not over, there's one more." Yan Hang turned around and continued to work, "the same content will not be broadcast."

"Nobody watched it anyway," Dad walked over and leaned against the kitchen door. "Xing Tian, ​​the least popular food anchor in history, fans don't even bother to brush gifts."

"Who said that," Yan Hang said while cutting green peppers, "someone just brushed the plane."

"Why?" Dad said, "Is my hand slippery?"

Yan Hang glanced at Chu Yi: "Probably... she showed her face on the first day."

Dad was amused and laughed for a long time: "This is for the first year of junior high school."

"Go out and wait to eat." Yan Hang sighed.

Dad smiled and went back to the living room, and continued to read his local news.

"You want it, do you want it?" Lu Yi asked softly next to him, seemingly embarrassed.

"What do you want?" Yan Hang was stunned.

"Face." said the first day.

"Believe it or not, I diced you together?" Yan Hang was shocked.

"I," Chu Yi pointed at himself, "face."

"Wait," Yan Hang put down the knife, holding the counter in his hand, "I will understand first."

"If you, want, want a gift," Lu Yi explained, "you can..."

"Got it," Yan Hang interrupted him, watching him not speak for a long time, and after putting the second pizza into the oven, he said, "Aren't you paying me back?"

He looked at him silent on the first day of the new year.

"You..." Yan Hang was interrupted on the first day of the junior high school when he wanted to continue.

"No." said the first day.

"What is that?" Yan Hang asked.

"See you are rude, a gift," said the first day in a low voice, "poor."

"...Fuck!" Yan Hang said, thinking about it again, "Fuck."

On the first day of the new year, he leaned against the wall and looked at the oven with Yan Hang.

I can't say that I am repaying my favor, or I just want to express my emotions.

For Yan Hang, some things were not done deliberately at all, just casual, but for him, the feeling was different.

It's just that he didn't dare to admit such feelings, he was afraid that Yan Hang would be inexplicable, or that he wanted to seek protection.

He doesn't need anyone's protection, he just wants someone to communicate with him normally.

Yan Hang can give him this kind of communication. Although he doesn't know how long it will last, he still cherishes it.

Both pizzas were baked, and Yan Hang made another soup. On the first day of the new year, he went to the living room to tidy up the table, brought out the pizza and soup, and quickly took out the tableware.

Yan Hang was a little surprised by his observation ability on the first day of junior high school. He didn't ask where the things were placed on the first day of junior high school. He didn't seem to deliberately observe it, but he had done everything before Yan Hang spoke.

Yan Hang couldn't tell what it was like. He had been running around with his father over the years. Although he had no friends, he had met quite a few people, and he was very sensitive to many things.

The state of the first year of junior high is different from the usual visionary vision, and he feels that he is careful not to make any mistakes, and is serious and natural to satisfy everyone.

"Drink something on the first day of the new year?" Uncle Yan opened the wine.

"No, no." said the first day.

"Taste some," Uncle Yan poured him a little bit, "lick a few mouthfuls."

"Yeah." Chuyi smiled.

Except for the memory of going to relatives' homes, classmates or friends' homes for dinner during the New Year, he basically has no memories.

And busy working in the kitchen together, and then sitting at the table together, eating and talking, this kind of experience is not at all, and I took a bite of pizza on the first day of the first year and felt very comfortable.

"Does your home live nearby?" Uncle Yan asked.

"Well," Chu nodded, "Go on, go on, Lunan."

"Then I went out and wandered over there today," Uncle Yan smiled, and touched Yan Hang with his arm as if remembering something. "Just when I came back at noon today, I saw a shirtless man with someone over there. The quarreling old lady is very sturdy, I don’t even have the excitement to watch it.

"Huh?" Yan Hang was stunned.

On the first day of the new year, the hand holding the pizza shook.